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Megan stretched, blinking the crusts out of her eyes, and smiling sleepily at Austin. She had became his kids' nanny when his wife passed, and after one year, she became his new girlfriend. The last two years have been a test of emotions, and Megan was happy she let her heart fall for Austin, and his kids. "Morning, Handsome," Megan whispered. "Morning, and Happy Birthday to you." ...Read On

"Are you smitten by the waitress?" I teasingly asked Mary. We were having a few drinks after dinner, waiting for an up and coming local band to take the stage. The Night Moves restaurant, located in the East end of Toronto, was Mary's preferred watering hole. Mary had mentioned the bar to me on many occasions. She had also went on about a cute, new waitress that started working there....Read On

Those words. That subtle aside. It could've been a warning. Maybe it was, but I ignored it and took the bait. It sounded too good. As instructed, I entered from the alley. The city’s lights reflected in morning’s sitting rain which puddled on the asphalt. I was careful where I stepped. Before knocking three times, one slow and two quick, I checked over both shoulders. All's clear. “Sammy...Read On

Libby Manning didn’t leave me waiting long. I was bent over the sofa, my evening dress up around my waist. I felt the tip of her dildo pressing against my lips gently, her hands on my arse. She stroked my backside and ran her hands over me, up my flanks under the dress and held my hips as she entered me. Slowly, she pushed into me, restraining me from pushing back onto her and millimeter...Read On

It didn't take long for you to notice me. I serve drinks at your favorite bar so, of course, I caught your eye. Guys love girls that know how to mix drinks and you were no different. However, you were different in my eyes. You were at the bar every night and I always saw you watching me. You weren't shy about it either: you wanted me to know you were watching. And I did. I always looked for...Read On

"We saw yer in the park, me 'n' 'im." He gestured to the other boy, skinny and very shy looking"

August 1976. It was so hot that the sun was literally scorching! I couldn't remember a summer so hot. The tar on the roads was melting and the grass was turning yellow but here in the park I was enjoying laying back and feeling the sun on my arms and legs. The park was quite busy, after all it was Sunday and no-one was going to stay indoors in this glorious weather. I was on a slight...Read On

"Turn around and walk backwards. Good, now spread your legs and bend over for a full cavity search."

The sexually repressed Angelica was alone in bed that mid-week morning. The maid Maria had left her arms with a soul-searching kiss and a promise to use her tongue later that night in a way that she had never experienced before. The excitement of that possibility caused her ride the soft pillow the maid had decorated with her lipstick and her drool from her panting mouth. She had ridden...Read On

Growing up in Alaska, my father would take me fishing to his secret spot in the Chugach National Forest. He taught me all about the animal and plant life found there along with identifying animal tracks and witnessed the Aurora Borealis many times. He would tell tales of the wood nymphs who lived in and protected the forest. I asked him if he ever saw a wood nymph and his only response was...Read On

Polly the Preggo was sitting on the couch, spread-eagled and kicking her legs, whilst her wellies flapped comfortably onto her skin. There was something delicious about that feeling, the waft of air as it rushed past her knees with every kick. She could sometimes feel those welly breaths blow up between her legs, underneath the thin, long t-shirt she was wearing. As she lay back on the couch...Read On

1642 If only the ship would have been dashed on the rocks of Saybrook Colony. Perhaps the virus of the vampire would have never reached the innocent shores of what is now Connecticut. The crate, innocent enough, at first sight, was offloaded and among all the other goods and left for its owner to pick it up. "I was just wild about King 'Arry and he shipped me off ter sea, in delligate...Read On

Her hands were tied to a rope hanging from the ceiling. Her eyes were closed. There were a few drops of tears running down her pink cheeks. Some of her delicate curls were undone. Her naked, pale body was squirming a bit as she stood there, half standing on the soft fur rug, half held up by the thick ropes. And those breasts. Sweet white baby melons with pink nipples hard and pointing...Read On

Steve and Sally say goodbye to Henry and Louisa; and Steve recalls a ski holiday gangbang

Steve’s cock was rock hard. He was fine with watching Sally with other men. It had become a central part of their sex life since they'd got married, but he usually had sex with her after indulging his voyeuristic urges. Today, he had watched two sessions in a row and had no relief. He had a raging hard-on, so much so it was getting painful. He tried to distract himself by thinking of their...Read On

The name is Anthony and I've been married to Edie for over twenty five years. Edie is a petite brunette with a few wisps of silver in her hair, about a 34C, and like all of us, put on a few pounds in the hips. After all our time together, she is still a looker and keeps a smile on my face. To say the least, we have an active and interesting sex life. Since the kids have left the...Read On

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her standing across the road, eating her favourite doughnut. It was her - I would recognize that hair anywhere. She turned towards me, her long coat flapping in the wind, and my jaw dropped. Right at that moment, she looked up to meet my gaze, and her mouth stretched into a familiar smile. I was already crossing the road. "Abby," I gasped, my voice...Read On

This is a true story, about sexual fantasy and escapism from the mundane.

Suspend disbelief: Temporarily allow oneself to believe something that is not true, especially in order to enjoy a work of fiction. --- It all began barely a few weeks ago, but it feels like everything has changed since – that I've changed. Like I've been a racehorse with blinders on, only looking forward, but I stopped running for a minute and looked around and realised there's so much...Read On

Saturday Night at the Foshay…. “Bovis a vita”, he thought, The Life of a Bull. He sipped his Crown and water at the bar as he waited for Mary’s husband to call. He went through a mental checklist as he waited: first time with another man, first time threesome, first time shared, and first time recorded. This was an unusual and welcome change from other recent encounters. Mack McDonald...Read On

A submissive slut gives her Master's client a massage while he watches a sex tape of her.

We had a client who wanted a foot massage so I was told to oil myself to get ready. I rubbed the sensuous liquid onto my chest and through my breasts. After I was done, Alex, my Handler, escorted me to the room where my Master was waiting to receive me. “This is my slut,” Master showed me, naked, to the Client, who was sitting on a wooden chair. “She will massage you today,” The Client gave...Read On

Gloria was lying naked face down on a canvas cot with openings to expose her face, breasts, and pussy. A handsome, muscular male who was also nude and lying on his back on a canvas cot below her. Gloria smiled down at Brad Litman who was well-known for having the ability to bring a woman to the peak of exquisite sexual bliss. She had only just met him, but she felt privileged to open herself...Read On

I hate to admit it, but this was my first time. I had heard about it. Read about it. I saw it done once and wondered how it’d feel. Perhaps because I always associated my wick with piss, I didn’t even think a girl would enjoy it. But this woman seemed to delight in it, relish it, not getting enough of it. This little pecker I’ve kept hidden away in my trousers was now out in the glorious...Read On

The story of Aya, a discontented wife, told through four seasonal vignettes.

Fall Aya wondered if his cock tasted as delicious as it looked. The member in question had attached itself to Rocky, a rakish guitarist she had met online, and fittingly, it bore a striking resemblance to a life-sized marble statue of antiquity. Complete with a modern overhaul, it was sculpted in gloriously veiny high-definition. She fantasized about those rippling twin veins...Read On

I ease myself down, slowly taking your young, virile, and, I must admit, impressively large cock into my impatient wetness. "Oh God, you're so tight!" you moan as you feel the length of my cunt caress your member, all the way to your scrotum. It feels so good with you firmly embedded deep within me. Rolling my hips, I let you part way out and pull you all the way back in. With my arms...Read On

His hands drift over the skin of my shoulders. I'm not entirely sure how or when, but somehow he has maneuvered us away from the dance flow, the ebb and flow of the music now distant as we hide secluded in one of the many rooms off of the ballroom. This one is decadent and library-like, a large fireplace at one end, wall to ceiling cases of antique books, a leather couch in front of...Read On

The watching crows sat cackling in the skeletal trees as a cold October wind blew through the graveyard as Mr. Brannigan was put into the ground and laid to rest. We stood a ways back from the black-veiled widow as she stepped forward and dropped her small posy of flowers onto the coffin as it was lowered then stooped down to grab a handful of dirt and threw it into the grave. My...Read On

A cruel King demonstrates his lust to a captive beauty, using a slave...

The personal chamber of Princess Allestra was nothing short of a wonder. The stone walls were covered in peach silk padding. Across the fine tiled floor were strewn thick, lush furs. Against one wall was a large dressing table with a flawless mirror. It had been shipped across the sea along with her tall chest of drawers and free standing closet. The finest feature of the room by far was...Read On

On the wall in the living room hangs a picture of a pair of black pumps. They are shiny with high heels. One is standing; the other one lies on its side. It is impressive how the photographer has found a nice composition and play of light with such simple objects. For those who know, the shoes are a reminder that Tina is not only the caring finance admin her colleagues see. In code, the...Read On

Following many nights of thinking about our past, I had communicated my apology to Sue for being so trusting of Lyn. At no time during our discussion was she able to show any sign of appreciation that I had made the effort. This was probably a good thing for me because it allowed me to know that my conscience was clear. It seemed that the situation with Lyn had made little difference to...Read On

A young soldier wants to have an orgy, but first he must prove himself.

Rome, December 1944. An army truck carrying Iota platoon weaved its way through the back streets of the ancient city. Inside, fifteen men huddled against the cold. Sargeant O'Malley drove in a seemingly random direction, but lost he was not. Seated in the back the men shivered, for these were the dregs of the army, the soldiers who just didn't fit; they had been called up and sent to a war...Read On

Emily was glad to get home after a particularly hard day at the office. She had been in the dullest meeting ever with fat men in suits talking about projection figures for the coming financial year. She couldn’t wait to run upstairs and turn the hot tap on. Running a well earned bath, she undressed glancing at her firm body gradually exposing itself in the mirror. She inspected...Read On

A picture can tell a thousand different stories, but this one… This one only told one.

It’s my fault really. I decided to show her the secret stories I write. ‘Why did I do that?’ It was that giggle and the way she said, “I like dirty things.” I didn’t even hesitate, I just sent her the link. Now, here I sit here an hour later staring at her text. “Omg, I just read a few of your stories.” “Oh? Did you like them? Haha, you think I could be a real writer one day?” I...Read On

Business was back. Our manager was happy. He hid all day in his office, and Karissa and I were getting all my old clients back. New ones too. The more money we made, the less we saw of Tabb, the more money we made. Karissa took to this faster than I would have expected and I was proud of her. She had taken over exclusively for three of my clients and some of the others have begun to...Read On